Shelter

 

My hand like a small bird, discovers it’s nest inside of your hand.

The strength of basket woven fingers, pains of trouble it can withstand.

Let the critical winds blow and the rain of tears beat,

Never will I ever, you, mistreat.

Pull me into the sunshine and guide me home.

Save me from the dark maze, of this heart catacomb.

Look past into my eyes, into my soul pith sweet.

Never will I ever, you, mistreat.

~m

 

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6 comments

  1. learning to live like water · March 15, 2016

    Oh I love this!!!! You are gifted. Really.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. VictoryInTrouble · March 15, 2016

    so beautiful!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. rabia noorstani · March 15, 2016

    How lovely ❤

    Liked by 1 person

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